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Miguel Hernández, Madrid, 1934


Before his father turned back from the news to tend the goats’ predictable appetites in the stony yard, before the exiled breath hissed from Miguel’s teeth in the last of his prisons, before even the first water ached his lungs and the one lon [...]

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